Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The sets softly
With the hush of falling
Casting shivering
On the through the trees
And the light from a street
Paints a on my wall
Like the of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven

Up a flight of stairs
In a narrow little
As I lie my bed
In the early evening
Impaled on my
My can dimly see
The of my life
And the puzzle is me

the moment of my birth
To the instant of my
There are patterns I must
Just as I must breathe breath
Like a rat in a
The path before me
And the pattern never
the rat dies

And the pattern still
On the wall darkness fell
And it's fitting that it
For in I must dwell
Like the color of my
Or the day I grow old
My is made of patterns
can scarcely be controlled